The Lovecraftian (or Twilight Zone-ish, if you ask my father) story of a man watching as time fragments around him is available for free download at Amazon now through Thursday!
While you’re there, check out the rest of the library!
I meant to do this sooner, but it seems that I’ve managed to wait until exactly the right time.
Why is it the exact right time? Because Sartorially Smart Heroines has come off hiatus!
(Okay, maybe I’m a little late, since the hiatus actually ended almost two weeks ago, but still.)
As the name suggests, Sartorially Smart Heroines is a blog that analyzes the outfits, costumes and armor of female characters from pop culture…not all of whom are actually heroines; the very first post I read on SSH was an analysis of Mama Gkika from the webcomic Girl Genius, who, like all the Jaegermonsters from that comic, is a war-loving super soldier who happens to be on the protagonists’ side.
It may seem an oddly specific niche – not that that’s anything unusual on the Internet – but it’s actually a very effective way to: 1) provide a feminist analysis of female bodies and how they’re presented in art and fiction; and 2) promote awesome female characters whose creators actually take them seriously.
And while you’re there, you can catch glimpses of the blogger’s upcoming fantasy novel First Empress, which I, personally, am eager to see completed.
Sartorially Smart Heroines puts up a new post every Sunday, and also has a presence on Tumblr.
Hey, all! Just a reminder that Looking the Other Way is available for free download on Amazon through Thursday 7/28. For a taste of just why you might want to download it, take a look at this excerpt:
By the time I got to the other people – to what I so naively believed to be “safety” – they were edging, too. Not away from me, though, nor from the disturbed homeless guy I was fleeing. They were backing away from the edge of the platform, staring at the tracks, wide-eyed and wide-awake at last.
Human nature being what it is, I promptly turned to look where they were looking. When I did, I immediately – finally – knew what the hissing sound had been. I would have known sooner if I hadn’t been paying all of my attention to the angry hobo.
The tracks were full of vermin.
It was a living river, flowing from the Queensward side – from the deep and unbroken dark beneath the East River. Probably shin-deep or worse, if I’d actually dared to get down there: rats squirming and climbing and tumbling over each other as an endless current of cockroaches carried them along.
They were running from something. Was the tunnel flooding? Should I be headed for the surface, like right-frigging-now?
But no, that wasn’t it. If I looked further up the tracks, toward the tunnel, I could see what they were running from. Right behind the cockroaches was a tide of…well, they looked like cockroaches, too, except that they were black – I mean absolute, gleaming, lightless, deep-space black, like chips of the all-consuming Void moving among the plain brown carapaces of New York’s everyday garbage-eaters – and they were big. The ones the size of my finger were running before the ones the size of my palm, who were running before the ones the size of my whole hand, who were…
Then, just as I was about to make a run for the surface – possibly while screaming like a little girl – a dark shape appeared in the tunnel. It looked human and it lurched along like it was drunk or unsteady on its feet, like the homeless guy up on the platform.
I started forward; plague of giant mutant cockroaches or no, a person down on those tracks is in several different kinds of deep trouble. The train would be along any minute, but it might not even be that long before a stumbling drunk stumbled into the third rail.
I didn’t get two steps before Janitor’s Coveralls grabbed my shoulder. “Dejalo, m’ijo,” he said. “Leave it. This is their territory.”
“Their what?” I said, starting forward again. Then I stopped short as the figure emerged from the tunnel.
It wasn’t human. If it ever had been, it wasn’t anymore. More of the black cockroaches – these ones with weird silver-colored ridges and knobs forming patterns on their shells – were swarming all over it. Over it and through it. Black bugs dripped from the sleeves of its trench coat and the cuffs of its raggedy corduroys; they spread like sweat stains across its ancient white undershirt; they concealed its feet as it shuffled forward through the swarm. It opened its mouth and a horrible crackling noise emerged, followed by more of the finger-sized black beetles. Worst of all, when it raised its head so I could see under the battered brim of its hat, I saw two of them lodged in its eye sockets, like tiny pilots operating the vehicle that had once been a man.
A few weeks ago, I wrote a post that used the Left Behind novels as a worst-case example for remaining consistent to the rules you establish in your story (as they are the worst-case example for so many things). In the same post, I included what I consider to be a good example of remaining consistent to the rules you establish: the One Rose trilogy by Gail Dayton.
Having had a bit of time to think about it, it seems that the positive example and advice for internal consistency deserves a bit more attention, as does the One Rose Trilogy itself.
Continue reading “The One Rose Trilogy, Matriarchy and Following Your Own Rules”
Like the title says, Looking the Other Way, one of my more popular short stories, is available for free download from Amazon, now through Thursday 7/28. More news in the coming week!
On July 20, 1969, the first human being set foot on the moon.
In honor of those first steps outside our planetary cradle, I’d like to share a song that says it all:
In addition to my own work and that of my friends, I’ve found a number of marvelous things around the Internet that I’d like to share with you all.
To start with, here are two beautiful and moving photo collections:
Next we have something very different, but still beautiful in its own way, and definitely very interesting:
Then we have some baby pictures of something I love very much in:
And finally, we have:
Frankly, I think the title is a bit of an exaggeration, but I suppose every horror-related thing almost has to claim to be the most nerve-shattering thing ever.
Of the movies, I like The Birch for its interesting monster, and Mother is what all kids like to imagine our mothers would do if actually confronted with the monster in the closet. The Little Mermaid reminds us once again that trying to keep supernatural creatures as slaves is a bad mistake.
But it’s the last one, Derailed, that really hits me where I live. As a city dweller, I fear the darkness beyond the end of the train platform, and find the outlands that are the train yards at the edge of the city to be uncanny. In this movie, they really are…
Hope you enjoyed all of those. Don’t forget, Prize Bucks and In the Make-Out Room are still available for free download at Amazon, and will be through Thursday. And keep watching, there’s always more to come.
Hey, all. As promised yesterday, here is an excerpt from In the Make-Out Room. It’s a bit NSFW, so it’s below the fold.
(If you’re at work and don’t want to risk it, you can just go straight to Amazon and download it for later – remember, it’s free! Otherwise, read on.)
Continue reading “An Excerpt From In The Make-Out Room“